the words are clogging up my mind. i am rifling through a mound of questions and my nails are packed with dirt, my fingers black with dirt and sweat. i will seek forever and i still wouldn't be able to find the right words to tell my story. i will have short, unfinished anecdotes. i will have smart one liners. i will never have my story. people will never hear me. this is my folly. my choice. my doing. nothing that happens to me is ever the fault of others.
dear dear saviour... i don't know how you can ever save me if you never know that you have just been made responsible for my life. i won't tie the rope around your neck and drag you down with me though. i promise. i won't let you watch me fade and shrivel up because i know how much you dislike twisted scenes like that. i promise. but please. save me. i think i love you. maybe i don't. i really don't know. i might hate you too that's why i picked you to save me. ... i don't know.
oasis' new album releases today. how much do you want to bet that it's going to be a disappointment because i have been expecting too much?
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too much of a good thing is bad...
but so is too much of a bad thing... make sense?
kinda. yes.
what are you talking about though?
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